Talking about Manchester and the parties, I was reminded of a conversation I had with Sarah Jane and fellow escort Sarita last week during our down-time girly chat after Thursday’s party.

Sarita and I have shared a customer that I have seen when in Manchester, and apparently he’d asked her if she could give him a deep-throat blow job, “just like Brandy’s”. That was news to me. SJ said I should advertise the fact that I do them and more importantly, enjoy them. I have to admit, it’s never really been something I thought about marketing especially, I’ve just always done them. If you read them you’ll see that they’ve been mentioned in a couple of my reviews. SJ said whilst she was watching me at the party it was all she could do to stop her gagging reflexes kick in. Then she made a couple of gagging noises,lol.That did make me laugh, coming from one of the randiest women on the bloody planet. I think she made mention of it on her blog.

One customer in Manchester said “how the helll did you do that?” with, I can humbly say, a little awe in his voice. And he wasn’t exactly small either. Am I making you blush “S”?:-). I couldn’t believe it when he told me that he’d never had a deep throat blow job before. I’m not saying all women do it, or should be able to do it. But to never have had at least one? It was my turn to be a little awed.

I guess when you’ve been doing this job long enough, there are some things you kind of master without knowing you have, to the point where people talk about it. How cool is that?

I’m off to put it on my site. Let’s see if anybody actually notices that I have.

I’m back home from my jaunt up to Manchester and I must say I had a great time, as always. I met a couple of lovely new gents who’d been meaning to see me but circumstances dictated otherwise. I know the distance you came so your visits were very much appreciated. And thank you to the other gents who braved the cold and squeezed me into their day, including the randy one who *ahem* hit the spot, and my lovely skinny guy who always makes the effort to come and see me whenever I’m in Manchester. He doesn’t always make it (bloomin’ car notwithstanding) but it’s not for want of trying, eh? *Wink*. And don’t you love the novel way I warm up your hands. Better than running it under hot water don’t you think? *Wink, wink*.

Suprisingly, I didn’t do much shopping at the Arndale Centre. There really weren’t any sales I was interested in. I really am not one of those girly girls that like nothing better than to go shopping all day. But I’m not one to turn my nose up at a bargain either. And I think coming from London, it just makes a nice change shopping somewhere that’s not Oxford St. Plus it’s less hectic.

I’ve had a great couple of weeks, and I really have met some lovely gentlemen. With the tour and the party last week, I really have been in man-heaven. I don’t think I’ve met so many blokes in such a short space of time. But wow, what a trip.

I was supposed to have a booking tonight, but fortunately for me (in this case) the person didn’t confirm, so I’m staying home today. A regular customer of mine who was at the party last week said he admired my sexual libido when he heard I was off to Manchester two days later. I think that’s my problem. My libido is as strong as ever, but sometimes the body isn’t as strong,lol.

Isn’t that always the way?